I got up at half past Forty-four around my door Forty-four and maybe What the hell they me for? Stubbly faces and grins Ain't no way I'm them in
No way, you come in Forty-four robbers of gin Uh huh, I lettin' you in hit you with a rolling pin So can't hurt a fly
Get in my way and I'll as hell try your butt down the block Can't wait for the cops
Fifty dealers and fifty at the drive-in on my street Shit, my shoulder there's Popeye and Bluto Looking nasty can I remember my It's always like going out alone So damn scared might leave home
No way, you come in Forty-four stinkin' of gin Uh huh, I ain't you in hit you with a rolling pin So small can't a fly
Get in my way and I'll sure as try Kick your butt the block Can't wait for the cops
I've got my freedom, I've got my All means with the men outside Puffing and and strutting their stuff my way out, had enough Give me justice, it over now Gotta get a gun or maybe leave town, see ya
Sly and Al Capone Are me grief on the telephone All I want is a cheese sarnie When at the deli big Arnie Hey Jean-Claude, move That mine, I'm taking that ride
When I go out to get the paper my man to think someone might rape her I'm having a beer on my own Don't mean Hulk can take me home
Got my mace but my loud-as-fuck So I just pray the Epistles For help to come, sooner Until then stay in my room